Slapstick Comedy: Funny or HILARIOUS?

I've noticed something about myself, I like to laugh; it is one of my favorite things. I've also noticed that I really like to laugh at other people's embarrassing or dumb moments, and especially when they get hurt. Not take you to the hospital hurt or massive amounts of blood hurt, just hurt enough to make it funny. I've also noticed people's reactions when I start laughing at them, usually while they say "stop laughing, it really hurts" (this makes me laugh more... BUT I've been there too, remember the 'great fall' during the bathroom race of '97? I thought Katie would pee her pants as she laughed at me rolling around on the sidewalk saying "stop laughing, it really hurts").

One thing that I really like about me, I can laugh at myself (and I do, quite frequently)...

*unrelated thought: Do you think a sense of humor comes with weight gain? Look at all of the fat comics out there. I personally noticed that the fatter I get, the funnier I am. Obviously it is not the fat that makes you funny, but do you think it is a defense mechanism that fat people unconsciously hone? hmmm, something to ponder.*

...I can laugh at myself when I do or say something embarrassing, I can even laugh at myself when I get hurt. Which brings me to last night. I got seriously hurt and: 1) there was no one there to witness it, and 2) I wish that I had a camera set up in my room last night to have caught that on video... of course it would have been 10 times funnier if it had been someone else, guaranteed there would have been pee all over the floor. It was so funny, I'm still laughing today (although I will say it is more painful today than it was after it happened, I am very sore!).

This Is My Story: BONG, BONG (yes, that was a law and order reference...)

I'm laying in bed last night (about 10:00) watching So You Think You Can Dance (for all of those that watched it, didn't you LOVE the Homeless/Rich Man dance? I thought it was a fantastic piece), and I tilted my head back and behind my head on the wall, up toward the ceiling there was a spider... Ugh. So the spider wasn't scary enough to go drag someone out of their bed to kill it, but still scary enough where it had to die. I got out of bed, turned the light on, and grabbed a shoe. I went over to my bed, climbed back up on it (keep in mind, my bed is really high off of the floor, it comes up to my waist when I stand by it), and stood psyching myself up to kill it. Just as I was posed right above the spider (in motion to squish) it flew off of the wall toward my face! Of course it scared me and I stumbled backwards off oh my bed falling into my computer chair and armoire. My hand got cut in 3 different places, I twisted my knee, and banged my head hard enough to get a bump. As I laid on the floor, cracking up, I realized that "no Sarah, that was not a spider but a flying bug" (I think it was a mosquito... which still must die). I wish I could have seen my face as I was falling to the floor (and it's a big drop to have fallen while you were standing on my bed). It was hilarious!! And there was no one there to see it! So of course I had to go around the house and share my blunder with my family, it was too funny to keep to myself.

So lesson? I could have sat there and held my wounds and cried, but it was much, much better to laugh. And to be honest, I would have preferred to have someone there laughing with me (I guess it would actually be at me). So for all of you that get offended when I laugh at your pain, don't, join in with me!

-S